I've seen all this country has to see
and I've
seen naught, but
you.
And you don't see
me
but, look away when i approach.
'Don't be an ass,' you say.
We wind the streets unfolded and down until we reach the
top.
Where'd the year go, so fast and slow as the rain falls where it's
not meant. The time has come for slow cars and even slower minds.
And, you're neither, but a dream unescapable in the daylight.
afternoon naps and restless nights; we're meant for neither.
1.2.11
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